Chapter 312 The Whippers
Death, sacrifice, the emperor's reward to the proud, does the current colonel feel that he should listen to the heartfelt words of old Chester? He is indeed not a tactical master or a soldier, but he was born and raised here, and no one knows better than him how to protect this place.
The blood gradually imprisoned in the cold, solidified, and turned into bright red ice. What once flowed in the blood vessels is now trampled by military boots and stepped into a footprint, a dark footprint. Life is becoming worthless, and this is the battlefield.
A few smart soldiers bent over to avoid this meat grinder. They withdrew the battle line built by the lord with a little sense of responsibility. The solid defense works overlapped like mountains. The heretic's projectiles could only break the sandbags on the outermost part of the car body. Even if there was a single-soldier heavy weapon bombardment, it would be difficult to destroy the battle line at one time because of the equivalent, resulting in a gap.
It was extremely difficult to hit multiple times on the battlefield. The brown uniforms of the lord's personal soldiers became a copper wall. After many sandbags were blown up due to the chaos at the beginning, the orderly mincing became more and more intense as the enemy accelerated the charge to break through the flank.
The soldiers who fled were not only those who regrouped, but more chose the rear. Those cowards bent over and timidly walked through the front line until they could not reach the place where the automatic gun's poor range could not reach, and then ran away. They wished they had more thighs and wings behind them, but most of what awaited them was the ruthless shooting of the officers in the rear or the roar of two heavy logging guns.
Unknowingly, the number of soldiers killed by their own people had exceeded that of the enemy. The middle front line had been eaten away, and the soldiers could not even maintain a queue. The poor morale and ineffective cover made them a joke, leaving the lord's children alone to fight those villains.
In the command room at the rear, the colonel was already ashamed. His tactics were worthless. They were torn to pieces in just a few minutes. Soldiers who lacked training and willpower fled everywhere, leaving a rather ugly record in the history of the empire.
His old cheeks were like being stained with ink-colored paint. It was not that he had really turned black, but that his expression was gloomy. Lord Magroon was watching the battle line beside him, but he did not forget to say to him. "Colonel, command them."
The colonel was a little annoyed. "Lord, you have done a good job, but now you want to add insult to injury?" He turned his head to look at the man who usually didn't talk much. Magroon's flat head, especially his face, looked like an old owl. If there were more hair, it would be a beautiful bird, but now it looked quite kind.
He wanted to continue to say something harsh, but that expression suppressed the throbbing emotions in his heart. This was the key point that Mr. Magroon would always make people listen to his words, as if the light of the emperor would always shine around him, but at the same time he was also a crazy believer who was terrifying.
He shouted. "Flogger!" A few moments later, a truck came here to put down the monsters. The soldiers were useless against the shooting of the East. The thick reinforced muscles and injected drugs protected their vitals. When the command and drug injection were completed, the monsters got off the truck. Even if the truck driver, the martyr in brown clothes, was dead and blood flowed out of the cockpit, his goal was achieved.
Now, fear filled his face. Compared with any deep understanding of justice, more often he wanted to survive, but he happened to be surrounded by the enemy. In self-defense, he created small miracles again and again, and more often, miracles brought by the fear of death.
The major felt relieved in his heart, and he answered. "46 Defense Army, Major."
He took the gun away with force. The major who killed one person and was exhausted could not resist. When the lieutenant raised his weapon and pressed the safety button with ease, the situation was reversed again.
Those greedy people are like beasts. He remembered what his mother said when he joined the army. When he hid in the corpse and heard the sound of someone crossing the barbed wire, he put a bayonet on his rifle.
It was neither the legendary demon nor the hideous mutant. He looked panicked and terrified. He immediately bent down and hid in the trenches and corpses. The dark military uniform was inlaid with a complex-looking joint family emblem. He looked around nervously and soon saw the major, but he only regarded him as a dead man and relaxed his vigilance. When he took out a small box from his belt and stuffed it into his mouth like a hamster, the major saw it clearly for the first time. It was a white pill. The three words "painkillers" flashed through his mind, but soon, it turned into stimulants.
He soon felt his feet loose. What was it? It was a military boot. The major kicked him with his foot, and he leaned forward to the right and touched his pocket. Therefore, the gun shot was empty, the pistol fell out of his hand, and the bullet scratched a bright red mark on the second lieutenant's cheek.
The lieutenant half-believed and half-doubted and put his finger into his pocket. His expression was sunny to cloudy and then cloudy to sunny. He made a fortune! But the posture of reaching into the pocket was not good, at least not when holding someone hostage.
However, he subconsciously felt that the word sacrifice was created for that kind of people, because only the death of that kind of people could be considered a sacrifice. The death of other more ordinary and weak people probably could not be considered a sacrifice for this huge empire, including himself...
It was the voice of a middle-aged man, wearing a dark suit that was different from the dark green military uniform of a major. According to the imperial standards, his collar and hat, that kind of military hat, probably meant he was a lieutenant or above.
This place is hopeless in every aspect, and he is more unable to leave here than because he has any profound righteousness. It is obviously impossible for a civilian to climb to this position. This place was in a peaceful era before, so he is obviously a noble. Later, his ancestors made great contributions to the construction of this fortress, so he also rose to prominence and was hastily promoted to this position after graduating from the military academy.
When the major looked anxiously at the dark crowd in the distance breaking through the defenses, the soldiers kept falling, but there were still more, and continuous shooting continued. However, this was not a breakthrough achieved by numerical superiority, but the heretical forts that made them effective. suppressed the loyalist forces.
This time the major had no strength to resist, and he raised his hands. "You win, you win."
But the battlefield is ever-changing. When troops stationed in the trenches one after another, the bunkers originally given to the soldiers became the enemy's treasures, and a unit belonging to the loyalists was already dispatched. When the lieutenant was sensitive to something, he said. "Engine sound?"
He soon saw several rampaging heavy-duty trucks resisting the hail of bullets. Even if the driver on them was shot, they were still moving forward like a madman. Those heavy vehicles were not ordinary things, because behind them were terrifying bodies. Monsters, with slender and long whip-like "fingers" exposing crazy muscles. The lieutenant had read their information, but he didn't expect to actually encounter them.
"I won this war too," said the lieutenant. "Next we will set up a camp, and a team will be stationed here to provide flank firepower for the team. This port belongs to us, and so does you. Remember to ask your family to collect the ransom." He smiled. There is a lot of oil and water in this war, whether it is for No matter whether they are dignitaries or ordinary soldiers, this time is enough for them to change their destiny.
the man said. "Ha, a chief's head can be exchanged for 5 throne coins."
Almost all of his personal troops have been lost, and they are now scattered all over the battlefield. However, it was only because of his persistence with his soldiers that he prevented the enemy from attacking the center rashly and then breaking through the battle line from the side. If he only looked at this credit, he could Become directly to the next level.
His head was confused at the moment. He killed someone. It was different from shooting something up. He actually killed a seemingly innocent and pitiful guy. His arms were shaking and his thoughts were messy. Unlike in a house called society, there was no People judged, no one condemned, he killed people in the extreme violence of the group called war, just to survive.
He didn't like the word sacrifice, but he couldn't help but think about what happened to the noncommissioned officer he saw today. Was he dead or escaped? He couldn't find him. He thought that such a person would definitely survive, but The battlefield told him that no one was powerless, including him.
At this point, about 12 people surrounded him, exactly the number of a standard imperial soldier team, and the leader was a lieutenant, which meant that at least 40 of them died before they got here. The officer raised the muzzle of his gun. "You are ours now. Let me know your rank and organization."
"How merciful, but can I really do this?" The colonel saw that the battle was gradually at a disadvantage. He couldn't help but pick up the communicator and cursed. "The barrage on the right is too thin, reduce the shooting interval!" He switched the channel of the communicator again. "The formation on the left is too dense, spread out."
"I will be in command during the next period. All personnel must stay firmly rooted in the ground to protect the gap and not allow any breakthrough!"
His voice penetrated into the hearts of the remaining soldiers like a tonic, and the battle line became stronger. Although it was already very embarrassing, and few people could stand here, after hearing this voice, a major lay down among the piles of corpses in the trench. , turned off the backpack on the back of the dead communication soldier to prevent himself from being discovered, but at the same time his eyes became much firmer.
All that could be answered was an air-breaking whip, severe pain and the military uniform that was whipped open. The lieutenant's shoulder was whipped until it was dislocated, and the gun fell out of his hand. His forehead was covered with sweat. He hugged the major with his left hand tightly, as if holding a hand. Holding on to life-saving straws, the major just answered. "They are not my soldiers, sir. He will take me and you to kill them. Those monsters are only loyal to the emperor and the lord."
Logging guns and automatic guns are incomparable to the kind of turret mounted in an airdrop silo. There are several slaves inside that are constantly transporting and replenishing energy and bullets. The endless fixed firepower makes up for too many gaps. Therefore, at this moment, the major has seen the enemy. Up close, he could smell the scent of those people.
At this moment, the bullets grazed his cheek, and the corpse became his cover. The old automatic rifle in his hand did not have much ammunition, so he took out the new gun from the hands of his dead comrades and fired with all his strength.
"Gods, what kind of monster is this!" shouted the lieutenant, raising his weapon. "Your lieutenant colonel is here, don't move! If you can tell the difference with your head, you should know that he is priceless!"
Just waiting for his finger to pull the trigger and stop again, his fate was determined. Those heretical soldiers approached the trench despite the shooting, and the dense firepower network could not hinder those guys. With the fire support of the turret and sufficient manpower, They used more than three times the number of people to tear open this man-made canyon with people on both sides, using sandbags and vehicles to make up the canyon.
His negative mood was depressed, and was finally overshadowed by the footsteps of the enemy walking on the ground. He wiped the bayonet with the rags of his comrade's clothes. Slowly, the sound of the footsteps also approached. He held his breath and concentrated on the firing of the firearm. The sound, the sound of the enemy approaching, and the command of someone unknown had nothing to do with him. When a person quickly ran into his trench, this was probably the first time he saw the enemy.
"Stand up! Sir, I'm holding you now. Come back, follow me, stick to me, like a couple in love at a dance party, dance a waltz or tango with me." His arms and thighs trembled, the excitement of life and death made his heart beat constantly, it was probably love, a love for death.
The major replied. "Five? I have five pocket money a month! Come, touch my pocket, sir."
His will was all elsewhere, until something cold pressed against his head to wake him up, he heard a slightly unfamiliar accent saying. "The corporal is dead, damn it, I told him not to leave the team, but we have a big fish."
The middle-aged man stood up with a bitter face, raised his hand, but suddenly grabbed the major's arm. "The safety is not on, kid."
It was just hormones that made the lieutenant forget the pain. He grabbed the officer, then touched his waist, took out his spare gun, and then threw him to the ground, pulled away, and shouted to the man lying on the ground, and also shouted to other soldiers.
The major held the gun tightly and stabbed at his heart, but he finally deviated and stabbed into his chest. The poor man trembled, but his eyes were red. They looked at each other, and the soldier screamed. The major said nothing, increased his strength, pulled out the knife, and hit his head with the handle of the gun, bang bang bang bang bang.
Finally, he killed him before the stimulant dissipated inside his body. The man's body was twitching, and a bright red spot appeared on his head. The major looked back and saw more people approaching.
This contradictory character, gentle and kind with vigorous, tyrannical and killing madman spoke. "The Emperor gave us countless responsibilities. I need to guide people, and you are the commander. Let the soldiers put up guns, and my soldiers will also be used by you. Don't blame yourself. In any case, you are an expert among us. Just don't forget that this matter has become bad because of you. Now giving you power is just to save it. You will still face impeachment and will never be able to step into the barracks again."
It's ironic, the lieutenant who believes in the gods cursed. "You who believe in the Corpse King are all crazy!"
"Of course, if you hadn't come, we wouldn't have done this..." The major replied dissatisfiedly, but the lieutenant still didn't want to let him go. He was desperate and retreated quickly and hastily, but this triggered the Whipper's Thinker Array, and he suddenly twitched and then swung the electric whip.
At a speed that was invisible to the naked eye and a "bang", the major felt the heat behind his head, and then the gentleman who had just "flirted" with him, his headless body fell straight down, and silently swore, the counterattack began.